a fear of commitment
or fear of marriage
exuberant, swinging
and downright unapoligetic
he calls music
the woman he always
In every genre she still wishes
to be pleased
even we you disagree
even when she refuses to inspire
even when others don't hear
what your hearing
a little adive
they right people
to tool that htaang
getting it where
you know it should be
when my mind refuses to
be kind to me
and I don't know my way
it's right and real to me
to find the right things to say
put my name on this one
I'd stand pround to brag on this
that's sweet in the right places
and tart enough to kiss
that's how it should be
we gonna do it how it is
not scared of the rejections
that won't make me mad
Listen to the music
switch up a swing
let the musician be musicians
and let the singers sing
Bésame Mucho
inspirational Gooiness
and
the makings of
Automatic Inflatible LifeJackets
Songs taken Serious
Secrets of The Breeze
A breeze, a playful inquisitive breeze,
Drifting over slippery slated roof tops,
Teasing the silent secretive trees.
Hearing murmurings in wind-blown corn crops
And rhythms of the pattering rain drops.
Communing with the chattering birds,
Remembering the chorused words.
Conferring with restless, careless bees -
The attentive township, listening, heard
Passing secrets of the gossiping breeze.
Barry Stebbings
Feb 2025
Whispers unheard
Among gossips
The truth becoming
Unknown
Gertrude tells Harriet
Then Mayble tells Juliet
That the Milkman
Is sleeping with
Evelyn
Unbeknown to all
Fredrick the Milkman
Was gay
He was happy to
Sleep with
Evelyn
While her husband
Was away
Lately teaching is about gossiping
Sipping on information to discredit another teacher
Blowing the whistle to try and harness someone’s weakness
So that the teacher that is gossiping can benefit
By trying to belittle someone
In so many schools
Teaching isn’t the main objective
The horror of gossiping floats through the staffroom
While religious robots add to this dilemma
Our fight before was against slavery
But we are creating a new history in schools called gossip
I’m tired of the gossiping teacher
Why are you teaching if all you do is gossip?
Can anyone tell me what happened to our teachers?
“The hardest part of being an educator is because of the adults and not the
learners”
Young teacher, take your gossip and throw it in the ocean
Older teacher, take your gossip and throw it in the ocean
Drown the gossip and sip on the reality of building up an individual!
Can’t I just sit on my own and enjoy the view
Our fight before was against slavery
Now its gossiping at school
Hence, in so many schools
Teaching isn’t the main objective
The horror of gossiping floats through the staffroom
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
Sorplaisitese was his name
he was moderatly poor
and happy. He had aweful luck
with woman. So he thought.
One day he meet one of his
former female freinds
and became wise
to plots against him.
He learned his family members
would corner his female freinds
and ask had he consamated there
relationship citing a faith that lead him
to beleive certain things.
This would
make spectical of him and cause
the woman to be whorish with him
and mean. Instead of being the
woman he needed due
to the meddling of strange and
unwanted questioning
it would cause strain in
there fragile condition.
Dumbfounded he absorded what
she said and made mention of
it to his father. Well his father
told him if ever this would happen again
he would try to help him
resolve the matter.
Hot in the south sitting on the porch
Fanning your face with a hand fan
Dressed in a beautiful white dress
With a cold mint julep in hand
Miss. JENNIFER, yes Miss. JAN
Do you believe what that SunShine Smile,
Said about me?
Her last poem was all about Me, Me, Me (Just kidding Sunshine)
She only thinks of herself living in luxury
Her poems seem to go Norway with a Rhyme
Now that Bobby is a handsome man
Oh tell me Mrs. JAN
I saw him in the field with his straw hat on
Working next to Gershon W.W. was fast asleep
Without a peep, but there was one so cute
He was the Only Silent One out of the whole bunch
Here comes Richard your husband he shot old turkey Tom I guess we are having him for dinner
Shhhhhhh, No more Gossiping
gossiping
by the coffeemaker
~ work on hold
AP: 2nd place 2022
Posted on April 17, 2019
Green!
Alive
on tall grass,
blithe, lithe, limber,
swaying long and lean
in their beachy masses.
The deadpan sand eavesdrops as
breezes wave blades like silk banners.
Whispers whir with emerald voices;
long-winded grass gossiping with zephyrs.
Whispers forbid me to fall asleep
tired of the silences continual chatter
I just wanna close my eyes to find some peace
But the voices are in control of all my matters
Constant, corruptible and kind of creepy
They are eternally stuck here in my room
Lonely Souls just needing each others company
The Silence and me together in this tomb
Do they realize they're slowly killing me
With all of the gossip about life when your dead
Oh how I wish they would just stop whispering
Haunted Souls, lost alone, I just want my bed...